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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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play pretend? (i’d rather love you as you are)

Iguro Obanai x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Can you do obanai with a reader who is usually happy and jelly Nelly and all that and they’ve never talked to obanai about any of their problems and something stressful happens or they get overwhelmed and they get pushed a little too far and they break down. One minute they’re calm and composed and the next they’re a sobbing emotional mess- they express how much they loathe themselves and how much they wanna claw their skin off and just silly stuff like that. I just want yk, obanai being there for them and letting them know it’s okay to cry and it’s okay to not always put up a front.

Training with Obanai usually provides wonderful respite from the arduous, painful cycle of missions, recuperation, and death, but today-

“Again,” he demands, eyes glinting mischievously as he smacks your abdomen with his staff, “Focus.”

Today, he’s being particularly thorough, sparring as though you’re a metal doll rather than a being of flesh and bones.

“If you don’t want another bruise,” he grins, bandages crinkling with the expression, “Then you should at least attempt to dodge or block me.”

You nod shortly, hoping your quietness comes off as deepening your focus — not losing your threadbare calm.

Five seconds later, and he’s sweeping your legs out from under you, unimpressed eyebrow raised as you tumble to the ground.

“Again,” clicking his tongue, “I know I’m good,” smirking teasingly, “But I didn’t think you sucked.”

Ten seconds later, and you’re crumpling once more, palms smarting as you barely catch yourself, his staff resting lightly on your collarbone.

“Again,” still playful, still unaware, “You don’t have to go easy on me.”

He moves to attack, and you simply close your eyes, awaiting his strike.

Finally, he senses the heaviness in your mood, agility allowing him to stepside your body mid thrust, eyes narrowing at your hunched shoulders.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, maintaining a light tone, “You could’ve just told me,” remarking wryly, “I wouldn’t have beaten you up so badly.”

Obanai you wish you could say I’m sorry.

Instead, a choked cry forces itself from your lungs, your staff tight in your grip as you hug it to your chest, cheeks hot and wet as you turn away from him.

“Where are you hurt?”

He’s beside you immediately, his staff tossed aside, hands frantic and delicate as he checks your head, torso, and limbs, internally berating himself for sparring too enthusiastically. Of course they wouldn’t tell me as he cups your face They’re so strong, silently pleading for you to open your eyes — for you to forgive him.

“I think I hate myself,” you whisper, barely audible as you shudder through erratic sobs, “This skin, these eyes, the audacity I have to walk every day,” eyes opening to fix a blank, exhausted stare on Obanai’s concerned, adoring gaze, “I’m so tired of being okay,” laughing loudly, tears dripping steadily now, “I’m so not okay.”

He takes a moment to compose himself, restraining the urge to vehemently counter all of your despair. I love you he thinks desperately, unsure of how exactly to convey his devotion to you, nor his bewilderment at your confession. How can you hate something so beautiful? He does know, however, that such a truth for him may not yet be understood by you. Firsthand experience taught him that, his own self loathing an endless process of unlearning, gentleness, setbacks, and patience — spurred on and nurtured by you.

“I’m here,” he promises, arms wrapping around you, “Sometimes everything sucks, and I’ll always be here.”

“Why?” you hiccup, “I’m weak. I can’t even handle pretending to be strong.”

“And you don’t have to,” he chuckles, heart aching for you, “You are strong,” whispering softly, “But you don’t have to pretend to be okay.”

“Until I stop pretending, and everyone freaks because I do have to pretend.”

“I’m not freaking.”

You pause, cracking a faint smile, eyes rolling, “You don’t count.”

“I don’t?” he hums, kissing your cheek.

“You love me.”

“I’m not the only one. You are more loved than you could ever know.”

“Aaand how do you know that?” you quip.

“You told me so,” he murmurs, “And I like believing in you.”

#iguro obanai #obanai iguro #obanai x reader #iguro x reader #snake hashira #drabble #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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moonjxsung · 16 days

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hai hai! (anticipated srry for the yapping)

how are you?

(btw pls lmk about that person bc if they come back i rlly don’t want to interact)

sorry about the fire vjj jumpscare😂😂

kitties can rip their toe beans and i am so traumatized by it. thankfully it really wasn’t too bad like he never acts like it’s hurting him. i literally let him out of his travel bag and bro just immediately jumped like an hour after surgery. but we’re keeping him confined until further notice and trying to figure out what happened bc we searched everywhere and no blood or anything. but he’s doing alright & they take out his stitches in two weeks, my angel baby☹️☹️☹️.

i’m sorry to hear about your kitty’s itching! cats do become sensible to environmental changes so it may be that. one of the strays we feed gets runny nose/eyes when there’s a lot of pollen. i heard that giving them bee pollen helps with their environmental allergies. but i haven’t really tried it. maybe something with her food? my senior dog (who passed about two years ago) became allergic to chicken, turkey, and like a million other things) at like 10yrs old. so if it persists that could maybe be a cause? idk but i hope she feels better soon, i hate seeing sick kitties :((

to end the cat discourse, your neighbor!! im so frustrated when people let cats just roam free in environments where they shouldn’t. i’m not really in favor of outdoor/indoor or just outdoor kitties (aside from stray babies ofc, i wish i could take them all💔). my experience with cats outdoors (like not mine but the strays i’ve seen) is always sooooo negative that i just wouldn’t do it, even if where i lived was more appropriate. i had a neighbor (i never interacted with her) who literally abandoned her male intact cat and he just went around getting everyone pregnant and crying at her house. i haven’t seen him for a while bc he wasn’t really a regular (if he was i would’ve found a way to neuter him at least) but that’s so freaking sad, man. i really can’t with people who leave their pets to fend for themselves. so yeah your neighbor really sucks, and the kitty fights with your baby? whaaat? that’s crazy.

and i still can’t get over ateez!!! my bf and i live together so we’re literally always together (that’s why i annoyingly mention him all the time, im sorry, i got anxious attachment 😂). and i was rewatching the coachella performance bc im crazy and he sat down with me (and eventually fell asleep) but not before saying “my bias isn’t mingi anymore, san is just the man here” and i was like ok but mood. i love san so much and yk one of my bias line criteria is ✨cats✨ so san is not only cat emoji but also has a cat ✅✅ i love them, i need to go see them at least once in my life too. they’re just so talented, im so proud of them for coming so far! 😭

and pls send all the pics ever if you do go to txt, i’ll live vicariously through you.

anddd i was lurking through your other asks and i feel you so badly about retinol & sunscreen. i literally have some expression lines and am dying to get rid of them. but im struggling with retinol bc it makes me break out.

(and also, ur response to the anon talking about her y/n moment was too sweet. i feel like kpop can set such high beauty standards that you have to constantly ground yourself bc these people live and breath visuals and voice/dance lessons. i struggle a lot with body image issues being a US midsize and having pcos -and i literally got an emergency ovary removal, not so fun fact! it was terrible and it really fucked up my weight gain/loss- but yeah, your message made me feel better about everything too.)

ily ily bb! we’re currently on a date at a café, drinking iced coffee with our ateez pcs! 😘😘😘

-🐈‍⬛

HELLOOOOO MY SWEET ANGEL HAPPY SUNDAYYYY 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I still can’t believe cats can rip their toe beans 😭😭 it makes so much sense but I just hadn’t considered it and now I’m watching Momo like a HAWK over here I feel like that would so happen to her 😭😭 her itching seems a little better today but seems like it comes and goes ! One of my other cats at my parents’ house struggles from feline eczema or something similar and she has to get steroid injections to tame the flare ups so im hoping it’s not that ☹️ but good to know that bee pollen helps, ill definitely look into that!! Thank you bby 🫶👼

UGH I KNOWWWW her cat disappears for weeks at a time too and I’m like how!!! Are you not worried about where he is!!!!!!! One time he came back with a collar I’m assuming somebody got for him and since then they’ve taken it off so it seems like they’re pretty set on just making him appear stray and I don’t understand the reasoning behind it. All their other pets (they have like 2 dogs I think) are strictly indoors so idk why poor kitty has to be abandoned like that ☹️ I always bring him water and food in the summer because they don’t even leave him with food but I’m just so annoyed they don’t do it themselves ughhh. Also I have a neighbor who did the same thing as yours by abandoning their cat and it went around and got pregnant like 4 times since then ! She passed at a pretty young age probably due to the shortened life span and it was just so heartbreaking. At LEAST get your cat spayed and neutered ffs 🤕

YOUR BF IS SOOOO REAL FOR THAT LMAOOOO 😭 Ateez are crazy talented in person!!! They’re coming back to my city in the summer so I need to start saving and I’m lowkey panicking bc I really want to see itzy, Ateez, txt and NCT Dream but I’m gonna have to sacrifice some shows because money 😀 I might scrap Dream only bc I’m not 100% if Renjun will still be there (my pookie💔) but I cannotttt decide if I want to go to the other shows. If I find txt tickets at a decent price I will 10000% keep you updated how it goes!!!! I also need to see Itzy so bad ugh Ryujin my wife💔

I’m so glad we’re all panicking about expression lines collectively LMAO I just bought this Korean sunscreen that claims to prevent them so we’ll see but the lingering fear of aging is always present 😭 soooo agreed about the body image thing!! Kpop made me hate my body like ten times more then I already did but I have to remind myself these people HAVE to look good for a living like if they had my regular ass job they would not look like that 😭 I just value confidence the most even on days I hate myself!! I’m so sorry to hear about your emergency ovary removal ahhh that must’ve been so scary but I’m so grateful you’re okay and healthy now! Looks mean nothing if you’re not healthy guys take care of yourselves and love the body you have 🥹🫶💞💝💘💕💖

I LOVE YOU BBYYYYY we’re virtually eating cheese danishes together bc I caved and got one (it’s so good if you’re wondering) 💞🫶

#🐈‍⬛ anon #ask

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fbfh · 3 years

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leo valdez dating hcs

Truly baffled beyond comprehension that I somehow haven’t written this yet??????

I think about it literally constantly

Like I almost don’t know where to start lmao

This boy

Dating leo is amazing

He has like

He has this big excited puppy grin he makes when he sees you unexpectedly

It’s the cutest thing in the goddamn world???

Fr he is always happy to see you

Cause you’re so wonderful to be around

And so is he

Match made in goddamn heaven

You’re almost never seen without each other not long after you get close

Post meet cute, when you first become friends, when you start dating, whenever

Whenever you really get close and start to get attached to each other

It’s all downhill from there babey

He’ll dance with you a lot

While you’re talking he’ll just pull you close and start doing a little salsa

You start giggling and he’s like yeah you were saying

If you weren't before

You get very good at dancing

He has such a warm comfy vibe

It's a different comfy from Percy though

Percy’s is a really chill kind of warmth

Leo’s is really hyperfocusy and high energy

You get tunnel vision around each other

As cheesy as it sounds, you’re the only people in the room that matter

Like at all

It’s a really bizarre confidence boost when you’re out in public with him

You get so focused on how amazing he is that you just kind of forget about anything that makes you insecure

Or it at least gets very minimized

You really power each other up

Cause he gets the same effect from you

Whenever he makes you laugh

Whenever you reach for his hand

He’s like wow fuck

I have an amazing incredible fantastic s/o who actually really likes me and likes being around me

So like

Fuck all the other bad vibes

It’s strangely liberating to run amok together

You practically have your own netflix show of you two going on a runaway summer road trip adventure and like

I dunno

Dismantling a crime ring or smth

Idk I’d watch it

Fans of end of the fucking world, I am not okay with this, and on my block are obsessed

He could literally watch you do nothing for hours and be enthralled

Any time he gets to spend with you is good time

For christ’s sake be like

Be on his team

Be on his side

He needs to really feel like you’re his partner and in this with him

Even if it’s jokingly reluctant

“What crazy scheme are you dragging me into this time?”

“I’m so glad you asked ‘,:)”

Be his partner in crime

That whole seventh wheel thing really kinda traumatized him

Like wow let’s not even get into that

I’m not going to go into a full psychological dissertation on all the characters

Even though I’d love to do that at some point

But back to Leo

He thrives just being around you

But like

Give him attention????

And kisses and cuddles?????

And absent minded touching like playing gently with his hair or running your hands down his back or doing the fucking thumb thing when you hold hands???????

He goes so far beyond plus ultra that bnha has to get a new catch phrase

Oh my god okay so

He doesn’t think he’s much of an artist or writer or anything

He thinks he’s really only good at like

Building and engineering and whatnot

Hephaestus stuff

But he is such a fucking fanboy

He catches himself doodling you when he’s supposed to be working out blueprints and schematics

You notice a lot more of his papers have the corners ripped off and sticky notes taped over them

You ask him about it in passing at one point and he fumbles something about how he’s been doodling more lately

“And you know, a draft for an ambrosia fueled engine really isn’t doodle paper”

You find a small pile of drawings of you and poem scraps stuffed in a drawer when he asks you to get a wrench at one point

You don’t tell him bc you found it by accident

But dude

That hit your heart so fucking hard

Before I end this part I would like to state

He smells like method sandalwood and vetiver body wash

If you get a chance to smell it please do

It’s really warm and lovely

#Leo Valdez #Leo Valdez headcanon #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #leo valdez dating would include #dating would include #Heroes of Olympus #heroes of olympus x reader #heroes of olympus headcanons #heroes of olympus imagine #hereos of olympus dating headcanons #heroes of olympus dating would include

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fr1d4y-wr1t1ng · 3 years

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Comfort Comrades

“Could I request some platonic comfort headcanons with the main 4 eddsworld guys and a reader who had a rough past before knowing them? They're currently big comfort characters to me and I think it would be nice to have. Thank you.”

Yes!! Yes yes yes I would love to make these headcanons!! I'm a sucker for hurt/comfort so I'd love to try my hand at these. Also, shout out to my fellow trauma holders, how much Inside have we gotten on our fyps??

Request: Yep :D!!

Genre: Platonic Headcanons!!

CW: Implied panic attacks, mentions of past trauma, and swearing!

Characters in Post: Tord, Tom, Matt & Edd! (Eddsworld)

Description: Shits rough. But you can't really change that now you've gotten older. But don't worry, one of your favorite people is here to attempt to help :)!

Tord:

Okay, admittedly. He's not the best when it comes to comforting.

To put it simply, he doesn't really know what to do. I mean, he’s seen other people comfort and get comforted but... he just has no clue what he's doing. At all.

He'll bring you your favorite items, try to put on your favorite song, etc. And if that doesn't work, he starts to internally freak out.

But, once he's calmed himself (somewhat) he'll sit next to you and just... ask what's up. What's gotten you here?

And when you explain what you've went through and what's happened. He seems... pissed?

Tord then goes through the effort of threatening who/whatever caused you such emotional hurt in your defense.

He's fucking pissed at them, and if he ever finds them... woo boy prepare for a storm buddy because they AREN’T making this out alive.

But, he gets somewhat sympathetic. He knows that it's... hard out there. He can share the same sentiment of being traumatized.

If you start crying, he's going to (hesitantly) let you cry into his hoodie. He's not going to be happy about it, but he'll let you.

Once your tears stop he'll invite you to watch Return of the Insane Zombie Pirates from Hell 4. And if you do accept, he'll make you popcorn so that you don't have to make it yourself.

Once his “comforting” is done, he'll leave you alone for the rest of the night, because he isn't exactly sure what just happened.

But hey, at least you (kinda) feel better, so that makes him feel fine.

Tom:

Like Tord, he has no clue what to do.

He physically and mentally freaks out in his room a bit, he just doesn't wanna fuck you up more yk?

But once he's done, he walks out and slightly pats your back. As a gesture of “I’m here for you”

“Is uh... everything okay?”

If you decide to tell Tom about your traumatic experiences, Tom will sit and quietly listen to whatever your talking about.

He gets quite upset, but tries to conceal it a bit as to not worry you too much.

Once you're done, he replies with a simple “I’m sorry that happened, that really fucking sucks” before leaving to grab you a blanket and your favorite drink.

If you wanted to go into more details, he's all ears. But if you’re done after that. He’ll slowly and gently rub your back as you cry. Mumbling encouraging nothings in an attempt to make you feel better.

After that's done, he invites you to his room and has you sit on his bed. Why? So he can play you some music on Susan!

He knows some of your favorite songs (don’t ask him why he learned) so he plays you some of the tunes, singing along with you as you both jam out.

Once you feel better, he gives you a soft smile, glad that he could at least help somewhat.

And if you asked, he’d stay with you for the rest of the night until you asked him to leave. Being alone is hard sometimes, he can get that.

He’s just happy that you’re alright now :).

Matt:

Admittedly, he doesn’t notice anythings wrong at first. He just assumes you’re just upset about something that one of the others did and moves on.

That is until he notices you on the couch, seemingly panicking ‘over nothing’.

He, of course, takes a seat next to you in order to figure out what's wrong.

Once he notices you're absolutely 100% panicking he goes full “comfort Matt” mode.

I'm talking getting your favorite food, putting on your favorite movie/video, grabbing your comfort items, etc.

And after you calm down from your initial panic, he asks you what's wrong, if you decide to open up well...

It's time for Matt cuddles. No you can't escape this, he's going to ‘cuddle the sadness out of you’ whether you like it or not.

He'll watch anything you want to watch, and he'll be there for however long you need.

He may get a little distracted if you hand him a mirror BUT he'll listen if you need him to. He'll probably forget but he's going to try and listen.

He's a very happy guy, and it really helps when you can be down in the dumps!

Edd:

He immediately takes notice in your switch of moods, going from your usual self to your panicked state.

His plan of action is to grab your favorite drink and Cola (for himself), sit next to you, see you take at least one sip of your drink and ask you what's wrong.

When you open up, he's happy that you did. Of course he's upset that you went through what you had. But, as he says, “You’re here now, and that's what matters.”

He tells you that you're strong and that he's proud of you. Of course, if you wanted to ramble or to just trauma dump than he'll listen as you do

But he doesn't do much? He acts more as a vessel to pour out your frustrations out on. Once you're done spilling, he starts trying to go through other memories that he's had with you.

He tries getting your mind off those horrible places and tries to think about your adventures together, and what adventures you'd want to go on. Or what'd you like to do that weekend. Or anywhere you wanna go.

And as he decides to finally leave you alone, he'll give you a small hug of reassurance before heading off to his room.

And within the next 24 hours yes you will have a small doodle on your door will small praises.

He just wants to make sure you feel ok :).

#fanfic #imagines #my writing #eddsworld #shipsworld #eddsworld x reader #ew tord x reader #ew tom x reader #ew matt x reader #ew edd x reader #holy shit I'm so sorry for spam #hey at least people see my seggsy writing 🤪

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svmmerdays · 4 years

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( 01 / muse 2 / cis male & he/him ) contrary to what the campers might tell you, that’s not timothee chalamet. that’s kc thain! this is their 6th year working here and they’re a counselor. they’re 23, and i just found out during ice breakers they’re a sagittarius. at first they might seem pretty oblivious, but they’re actually really creative. when they have down time, you can usually catch them getting high on the roof. try to get to know them for yourself this summer!

MEET THE MUN. i expect i’ll be able to solve a lot of my problems once my baby brain falls out & my adult brain grows in

hello all, my name is pepper and i have never been on time for anything in my life skjsdkj i feel like all my intros start that way but it’s simply a fact, i cannot tell time. that said i just got off from work so !!! this time i have a bit of an excuse. but omg Anyways, i am v excited for this rp, like i’ve already said in the gc,,, your girls never been to camp so i am LIVING FOR THIS! a bit about me ~cAmP tHEMED~ kinda, i have never actually gone camping but i really wanna go glamping one time so hit me up if you’re interested, whenever i am in the wilderness bugs like to try to fly directly into my eyes and idk why although i do have a theory i was an exterminator in a past life or something and now they’re getting their revenge for the their fallen ancestors yk?? i hate marshmallows because when i was like six some girl told me that gelatin was made of horse hooves and i believed her and i have not really eaten a marshmallow since with the exception of the one time i microwaved a smore in my microwave when i was like eight? but then again when i was really young i used to think god looked like king triton so i’m a gullible hoe y’all i’ll believe anything. but okay i think that’s enough, moving on to the man of the hour, kronk child thain!

BIO. what do people do when they’re not stoned? drug tw !

kc was an accident. and honestly, he was probably a bit too aware of that way too early. to start, when kc was conceived kc’s father was married to his mother’s best friend. and well, that’s not usually the kind of thing that you do on purpose. furthermore kc was conceived in a bounce house at his half older brother’s first birthday party. again, not the kind of thing you plan. you might ask how and why kc knows this information, and that would be the third reason why kc knows with absolute surety he was an accident. because his mother has been telling him all of this frankly intimate and scarring information with absolutely no shame pretty much from the moment kc could comprehend the words coming out of her mouth, and honestly likely before that. and well, that isn’t exactly the behavior of a woman who planned to have kids is it. at least not in kc’s mind.

frankly moira thain has been treating kc like more than a pet than a son pretty much from the moment kc can remember. she didn’t treat him badly by any means. she just wasn’t really a mom. she was a weird older friend who whined until kc made her breakfast and left for days on end to go to music festivals. she was the kind of friend who teased you ruthlessly rather than offering any good advice and embarrassed you just for fun. the kind of friend who shrugged when you asked them for help with your homework and who none of your other friends (or their parents) really liked. honestly, she was kind of a bad friend if kc was honest but he doesn’t know what else to compare her to. for a long, long time his mother, as unusual as she was, was all he had. that was until kc was about seven and he didn’t even have that anymore.

when kc was seven a lot of shit went down at once. to start, his mother nearly overdosed, and that was the big thing. it was a traumatizing experience overall as that kind of thing would be for a seven year old, but kc would like to think he handled it like a champ. called the police, made sure his mother didn’t choke on her own vomit, and all that. but CPS was called and kc was promptly shipped out to live with a father had never met, which went as well as could be expected (refer to how and when kc was conceived above). kc stayed with them for all of six months, but well, all kc really had to do was breathe to completely ruin their marriage. even if kace was a bit dull at times even he understood that. so he wasn’t surprised when 'the boys trip’ his father took him on ended up just being a complicated ruse to dump him at his grandfather’s house for as long as he could get away with. considering it was near the end of the school year, it was a while.

now at that point as you can imagine kc was pretty drained emotionally. his mother was officially in rehab. his dad didn’t want him around. his stepmother and half siblings treated him like some kind of leper. and all of this happened within less than a year. that’s a lot for anyone to take let alone a seven year old. little kc was filled to the brim with a lot of emotions he didn’t know what to do with so for the most part he had shut down. barely spoke unless spoken to. very rarely smiled or expressed any sort of emotion really. his grandfather played a big part in fixing that.

grandpa thain lived in a cottage in the forest and worked for a camp not too far from his cabin. he dealt with the upkeep of the grounds during the school year as well as some handyman duties when needed. and for the most part he dragged his grandson along with him as his ‘assistant’. which mostly meant that kc pulled out the weeds his grandfather told him to or passed him the tools he asked for. just simple things like that. but to kc’s surprise he really liked it. he also really liked living with his grandfather in the middle of nowhere and being able to hear the birds in the morning or take naps in fields.

kc’s father paid for his first summer at dagwood. his half siblings came to the camp as well, in fact they had been coming longer than kc had. however, at the end of the summer, unlike his eager half siblings, kc didn’t want to leave again. dagwood had become this safe have for him of sorts, a place where he was slowly able to heal at his own pace, and he knew the moment he went back to his father’s house he would be returning to an environment he was unwanted. his grandfather made it so he didn’t have to return at all by offering to take kc in permanently.

it took some time and a lot of legal paperwork but kc’s grandfather ended up becoming his legal guardian. his grandfather home schooled him to the best of his capability during the school year, and during the summer’s kc attended camp dagwood and helped out his grandfather in whatever way he could. he continued to do so even after he turned eighteen, even going as far as to help out in between the online art school classes that he decided to take on a whim. his grandfather regretfully had to retire from dagwood, after working every day since the camps opening day. he retired with a lot of pride and kc is really proud of him honestly, and he has every plan to take his grandfather’s place once he gets promoted from counsellor. his grandfather insists that he doesn’t need to, and that he wants kc to do whatever he wants to do but kc is too stubborn and loyal to hear any of it. he’s determined to continue the legacy his grandfather is so proud of, and stay at the place that brought him so much comfort and peace, even though honestly it’s probably not the best thing for him. it’s honestly probably time for kc to move on to bigger and better things but he hasn’t realized that yet so until then, dagwood it is.

PERSONALITY. me as a hotel receptionist: *greets guests by playing hotel california but cutting it off right before they say california*

LOYAL. listen if you’re kc’s friend he would die for you and that’s just a fact. he is honestly loyal to fault. he will screw himself over for his friends because he’s dumb. theyt won’t even ask him to do it! he’ll do it anyways! he’s a fool

STUBBORN. not in an obvious way like generally kc is very flexible, go with the flow? will generally not hold an opinion in most arguments and is pretty happy to follow rather than lead. but when it comes to things that kc is passionate about?? oof. a bulldozer couldn’t move him. he’s a pain in the ass.

OBLIVIOUS. he’s a fool. kc will be the last one to know about his own damn feelings. kc will be the last one to know about anyone else’ feelings too. it could be so obvious. SO SO DAMN OBVIOUS, and yet kc??? has no idea. he’s that scene from juno where juno’s like ‘i like you’ and michael cera’s like ‘as a friend?’ jkdsdjk

CREATIVE. the only thing kc’s good at is creating things. he can make pretty much anything if he puts his mind to it. probably makes his own clothes honestly. can mend and repair yours. just as a weird brain tbh, if you ever want a different perspective on something go to kc because he’ll say something so wild sdjkdfkj

COMPASSIONATE. a kind boy tbh. wouldn’t hurt a fly. catches spiders in his hands and takes them outside. is a vegetarian. will listen to your problems any time and at least offer help even if he has no idea what to do.

LAZY. will fall asleep standing up with his eyes open. has fallen asleep on buses and ended up in different states. is terrible when it comes to getting up in the morning. eats his breakfast half asleep every day. like he’s a hard worker when it comes down to it, but if the options are playing with the campers or taking a nap in a warm patch of sun kc knows what he’s choosing... honestly kc is good with little kids but he would vastly prefer his grandfathers job, cause his gramps just worked by himself for the most part, and working with kids is so much more exhausting rip.

HEADCANNONS. you’re in her dms im daydreaming about her on public transport we are not the same.

loves all branches of art honestly, is also a big fan of music. can play the guitar, the drums and bass, all skills he mostly picked up on his own while being home schooled by his grandfather. tends to be rather humble about it but he’s actually pretty talented. will play the acoustic guitar by the campfire, is one hundred percent that guy

when doing art activity counselling kc has the energy of that one pottery guy from tiktok always. like that’s kc straight up.

has a bunch of tattoos that are mostly doodles that he made himself, sometimes doodles his friends have made too if he likes them enough. will put pretty much anything on body and tends to think of it as his canvas. wants to be that old man covered head to toe in tats by the time he’s ninety.

has been stung by wasps on fourteen different occasions over the years. literally kc has been stung every summer since he’s come here and it’s pretty much tradition at this point. like he hates it, but if too long goes by without him being stung he starts to get paranoid.

loves to climb things like trees and buildings. chills out in the branches/on top of roofs a LOT. would be the guy to fall asleep in a hammock and get a mustache drawn on his face by the campers. honestly that has probably happened.

jewish! kc’s religion wasn’t really a big part of his life when he was living with his mother but by the time he moved in with his grandfather that changed. they go to the synagogue together and everything even if it’s a bit out of the way.

might be narcoleptic honestly. is sleeping 99% of the time. if you don’t know where kc is check his bed tbh

will never tell anyone what kc stands for honestly, he thinks it’s amusing for people to guess. will answer to any version of k____ c____ you call him though. also accepts kace which is just a nickname for a pair of initials but skjsdm still he will answer to it

a hard worker even if he doesn’t look it. weirdly functional while working high? kc is one of those people who you never know is high cause he just acts as he normally does for the most part.

that said he is the most focused and like alert when drawing or painting or doing anything with his hands. takes his art incredibly seriously. has probably drawn up a mural for the camp, and literally stayed up three days and three nights to do it. very talented but doesn’t really think he’s talented enough to do anything with it? could get into art school if he tried, but he’s too loyal to ever leave his grandfather or the camp behind to do it.

very good at wood working surprisingly. this boy will make you a sexy ass chair. honestly kc is one of the those frustrating people who like you show him how to do something creative one time and he’s got it, his brain has tapped into it, he remembers. but don’t worry, give him one math problem and he completely shuts down sdkjsdjk

hates wearing shoes. will take his shoes off the moment he has the opportunity. straight up leaves his shoes places and then’ll be like ??? fuck where did i put those ???

can cook surprisingly well. makes bomb weed brownies but like just in general kace makes good food. always forgets to grocery shop until his fridge is empty though

dresses like a hippie. his general aesthetic makes it look like he was in nineties movie. wears wire rimmed glasses because they were his grandfather’s and he’s too broke to buy new frames. most hipsters see him and are like !!! cause they think he’s one of them but kc knows nothing about movies or coffee or like... anything but art really so they’re pretty quickly disappointed.

used to have hella long hair when he was younger, like he was usually picked on for looking kind of girly because of it. didn’t really care that much, or at least convinced himself he didn’t really care that much eventually. was glad when he got home schooled though cause at least then he didn’t have to deal with that anymore,

has a scar through his eyebrow from when he fell out of a tree his first summer.

has several ear piercings.

i forgot to mention, kc’s mother used to be a drug dealer before her overdose but he doesn’t really know what she does now. he doesn’t talk to her very often but he talks to his dad even less. whenever his mom contacts him it’s cause she’s gotten out of rehab and needs money. kc will usually give it to her because he’s soft.

WANTED CONNECTIONS. it takes me 3-7 business days to process my feelings

i am so tired so we’re doing this in a blob but i would love LOVE some exes from summers past, some ex flings, his first bf/gf, idk his first kiss would also be cool, someone who hates him like maybe an enemy or an old rival of some sort? an old stupid rivalry from when they were campers that they still can’t let go of now? just sayin. uh, an fwb or ewb situation maybe, another childhood friend would be cute, an opposites attract situation like i would love for kc to have a dynamic with someone who really has their shit together yk like completely different from his sleepy ass, a smoking buddy maybe! a family friend! godsibling! first love! someone who kc accidentally set on fire with a flaming marshmallow when they were thirteen! anything and everything please and thank you.

#dagwoodintro #this... took so long rip #and yet i want another muse #icb dkjdkj #this is also a mess but w/e

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What is your favorite, most dark/twisted griffguts scenario/hc/au or whatever?

dark and twisted eh? lol this is a question and a half. advance warning for a mention of consent issues.

This is a fic idea I’ve considered writing but gave up on pretty quickly bc I didn’t think I could do it justice lol. And also I never finish anything and this is a novel’s worth of material.

AU where the behelit is an ordinary apostle behelit, and also Guts’ instead of Griffith’s. It opens at pretty much the exact same time, after the rescue, when Guts sees Griffith attempt suicide and it hits him that it’s all his fault. He destroyed Griffith and there’s no way to fix this, no one to kill to make it better, he threw away the only thing he’s ever wanted.

So the Raiders followed him down to the lake, Casca and the rest of the Hawks stayed behind, and the behelit opens. Guts ends up sacrificing the Raiders for ~the power to fix his mistake~ and becomes a monster with magic healing abilities. Because I figure that if you’re not sacrificing the person you actually love most, then you need to compensate with quantity lol, and after all the Raiders were the example, alongside Griffith, of “the place [Guts] belonged,” which should count for something.

So the result of this is you got Beast of Darkness Guts who is basically fixated on Griffith. You got a Griffith who spent a year of torture thinking about Guts and realizing he’s desperately in love with him and is thus fixated on Guts. He’s also fully healed and has a super powerful monster under his command so he’s obligated to go back to pursuing his dream in some form or another.

The situation is Griffith as an unstoppable warlord leading an army that grows and grows as dissatisfied peasants join him and others see the way the wind is blowing and join him to back the right horse, and strikes fear into the hearts of nobility until he eventually takes Midland by force (which is doable bc it’s weakened by a century long war and also an insane king). He’s embracing his “cruelty” and doing whatever it takes to attain his dream which means stuff like executing nobles and whatever to send a message and strike first with fear and intimidation. He’s more distanced from the Hawks than he was pre-torture. His image is scary and ruthless and powerful.

On the flipside he’s super traumatized and emotionally vulnerable, like lbr he’s got complex ptsd and he’s devastatingly emotionally reliant on an apostle boyfriend which in no way helps, not to mention the issues he already had pre-torture like guit and self-loathing. And the whole point is that contrast. Like Griffith ordering fortresses to be burnt and razed to the ground vs Griffith being unable to sit too close to a campfire because sometimes the radiating heat gives him panic attacks. Griffith fighting effectively at the head of an army vs Griffith losing his grasp on the present in the dark and forgetting he’s not in a torture chamber. Part of why Griffith is more removed from the Hawks now is to keep these vulnerabilities hidden.

And wrt Guts and ~dark and twisted~ griffguts content, Griffith commanding a literal monster in battle vs Griffith, eg, never once saying “no” to him in bed bc he’s low key afraid Guts wouldn’t stop, both due to his own trauma and Guts being monstery, and he’d rather just never let that situation come up. Like, loving and needing Guts but being afraid of him after the apostle transformation, and denying that fear to himself. And it could vary. Sometimes being with Guts would be perfect, everything he wants, emotional and physical fulfillment, and sometimes it would pretty much be a form of self-harm. Sometimes he would crave sex and sometimes it would trigger him. Sometimes everything at once. That kind of thing.

And like lbr we’ve seen his inner darkness, Guts as an apostle would be a nightmare. He wouldn’t care about anyone except Griffith, possibly to the point of low key being a threat to the rest of the Hawks, and he’d be extremely possessive and needy. I don’t think he’d be like, completely out of control like the armour makes him, but I feel like his judgement would be shot, his impulse control would be shot, he’d have way more casual asshole tendencies a la Black Swordsman Guts (or even his imo insufferable cockiness post-vacation). He’d still have that eagerness to please wrt Griffith tho, so he wouldn’t be completely beyond Griffith’s control. He’d obey orders, at least to the same extent he did as an ordinary human lol, and he wouldn’t do anything to threaten Griffith’s image, his control and leadership over the rest of the Hawks, like insubordination or w/e. He likes the idea of Griffith being feared, and of being the only one (give or take Casca, probably) to see the vulnerable side of him. And he likes the idea of Griffith needing him to achieve his dream as well as needing him emotionally.

Like, in chapter 71 Guts basically realized that his desire to become Griffith’s equal by finding a dream of his own was stupid and doomed from the start, so I don’t think Griffith pursuing his dream again while he has no goals himself would bother him because now he knows how important he is to Griffith. And also I imagine post-torture Griffith would be willing and able to tell him that he values him over the dream. Even shares that it feels like an obligation to him. Like after that torture chamber monologue it’s easy to see him being more emotionally forthcoming with Guts, more revealing, more self-aware, at least in some ways.

They would both relish the sheer intensity of the others’ feelings for him, but Griffith would be afraid of his own feelings, how vulnerable they make him, and he’d be afraid of Guts’ literal monstrosity, both rationally because he’s a big undefeatable obsessive monster, and irrationally because apostles instill instinctive fear in humans. (That instinctive fear as symbolic of Griffith’s intense life-ruining feelings esp post-torture might be interesting tbh.) Guts would be afraid of Griffith hating him or growing indifferent, but as an apostle that would manifest in clinginess and possessiveness and a constant craving for proof of Griffith’s feelings. And for Griffith’s part he could take advantage of that in manipulative ways. Like I love the idea of an intense toxic relationship where the life-ruining feelings between them are occasionally weaponized by both.

Oh and you also got Griffith’s self loathing and guilt, and the knowledge that Guts became a monster entirely because of him, to help him, plus he rescued and healed him, and so he’d also be torn between feeling like he doesn’t deserve Guts, and feeling like he deserves Guts but in a penitent way, esp if he feels responsible for his monsterism, which he would whether that’s rational or not. Plus also feeling like Guts, as a monster who sacrificed a bunch of his friends to become one and now wreaks havoc in battle, is the only person who can understand him. “Do you think I’m cruel?” “What kind of question is that for the guy who killed a hundred men?” writ large. All the emotional dysfunctionality implied in that exchange taken to 100.

Griffith getting more ruthless and fucked up and taking comfort in a fucked up relationship with a literal monster as he pursues his dream. “You’re rough enough to share this with to the end.” Griffith in part relishing Guts’ monstrosity because it means they’re in this together. They’ll be together because who else would want them? Like a dark contrast to a happy Golden Age AU where Guts tells Griffith how he really sees him and it’s a step towards emotional healing and self love and whatever, this would be Griffith hating himself and being comforted by the thought that Guts is down in the dark with him. Dragging each other down instead of lifting each other up, yk.

(Guts tells Griffith he doesn’t regret it. This applies to both becoming a monster for Griffith’s sake, and leaving in the first place and all the destruction that caused, since it eventually led to both of them getting everything they’ve ever wanted. A kingdom, the Hawks, each other, everything worked out perfectly. Right?)

Also you have Casca and the rest of the Hawks for that excellent outsider/disturbed onlooker pov. Casca’s got her close relationship with both as well as her protectiveness of Griffith. Judeau’s got his detached perceptive observation. Corkus has his outrage and resentment. All good potential perspectives on this imo. Like eg imagine Corkus sowing discord by pointing out that they have no reason to trust Guts esp now that he’s a literal monster since he’s not even a Hawk after abandoning them, and they can’t even trust Griffith to keep him in line because lbr Griffith already fucked them all over once because of Guts.

Idk how it would end though. Something fucked up. Like say Griffith achieves the dream, settles into ruling, the realization that he only hates himself more than ever eventually creeps up on him, and he ends up goading Guts into killing him, like an impulsive and somewhat subconscious act of suicide. Guts becomes Zodd 2.0, wandering battlefields, looking for someone strong enough to take him out. Or maybe just living miserably ever after as Griff sets his sights on an empire (bc he can’t stop, bc as soon as he stops that’s akin to declaring that this end is worth all the deaths and pain and etc on the road to it, and nothing’s actually worth that, so he’s trapped and it sucks) would be a nice anticlimactic ending. Yk, something depressing.

Like overall it would be a giant trainwreck with extreme contrasts wrt power dynamics and emotions, which is basically my favourite kind of thing. Like there are definitely way more straightfoward ways to get dark and edgy griffguts lmao, like about a million post-Eclipse scenarios, but still it’s probably my favourite of the darker ideas I’ve had.

I just love the idea of post-torture Griffith + apostle Guts lol they’d be like the epitome of dysfunctional yet inseparable, and it’s a great starting point for compounding all of Griffith’s canon issues and exploring them.

#Anonymous #ask #headcanons #b #ty for asking i enjoy these opportunities to ramble about dumb au ideas and stuff #canon divergence

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hey vero since u said u like talking shit why do u hate gan/sey? (I wanted to ask earlier but I didn't want to get u hate but since u said u don't mind here we go) (also love ur blog

Don’t you just love how there are a shit ton of ‘your fave is problematic: gn/sey’ posts that only mention his shit fashion sense and how he puts avocado on pizza and like completely ignore any and all character flaw he might have because the fandom is so busy sucking his three dicks that they either don’t see this flaws or completely condone and forgive them?

I don’t love it either.

PSA: This is 1.2k of gansey semi-serious hate open at your own risk.

Dickington Dickface McDikinson the third is kinda like universally loved and forgiven even though he’s done shit like: wonder out loud if poor people are capable of love (bcs ofc poor people are animals for you to study and you can extrapolate the relationship between 2 of them (out of the 3 you know) universally, they’re basically microorganisms??? right???), insinuate he’d pay a girl to talk to his friend (bcs again poor people are trained zoo seals that will dance for money and that proposal isn’t dehumanizing of both the girl and your friend at all bcs like were they even humans to begin with?) and erase someone’s humanity so completely he invalidated their existence.

The Author explains people being like completely up Gansey’s ass as a consequenceof him as a character being super invested in people liking him and working hard for it. And like I’m not saying it might also be because white american rich boys are allowed to do anything at all in the world and people will always find a reason to excuse it but yk, it could like, have played a small part on it.

He features some loveable character traits like 1) not understanding poor people -he’s rich what can he do? pay attention? ask? don’t be silly, rich people don’t ask we throw money around until things happen as they should- 2) and trying to solve his friend’s fear of depending on someone forever by -wait for it, wait for it, this is brilliant-getting him indebted to himself -my boy, such a mind such a brain- because ofc being indebted to him is different than being indebted to his dad and Adam being reticent to owe someone something as big as his high school fees or a fucking appartement after the incredibly traumatic relationship he has with his dad and money in general is not understandable at all. How is dickinson supposed to understand that??? by investing time -aside of money- in his friends? RIDICULOUS.

There’s also that tiny unworthy of mention quote of “the difference between us and kavinsky is that we matter” that no one aside from me seems to have a problem with. And like, yk, maybe IT’S ME. Maybe thinking that the world revolves so completely around you if someone doesn’t matter to you they just don’t matter, maybe it’s totally normal. Maybe erasing a human being’s experiences and fears and hopes just because you don’t like them is acceptable.

Like, I mean, dehumanizing drug addicts and insinuating anything bad that happens to them it’s their fault and they deserved it is kinda a real thing. So maybe everyone just agrees with that and I’m not disgusting enough for it. Maybe mocking someone with no support network coming from a place of incredible privilege is fun in america? idk dude. Like I seriously don’t get it. Because Ronan and Kavinsky do some pretty gross stuff too but at least peopleacknowledge that they did it????? (even if they excuse it afterwards).

Also he puts avocado on pizza which is totally on the same level, what a moster, what a heathen.

There’s also that little thing he does where his life lacked sense so hard and he felt so guilty for being alive when other people aren’t “someone is dying when they should not and so you’ll live when you should not” that he shoved all his sense of self-worth into the mission of finding a dead dude and asking for a wish. Like, he could’ve decided to use his incredible privilege and money to help people or at least pulled a batman and became a night vigilante -we all know this wouldn’t work bcs he’s weak as shit- but no. This was more pretentious and went more with his general bitch aesthetic so here we are. And then he chastisises and mocks anyone that doesn’t have a life purpose because how do they dare not feel guilty for being alive????

On the topic of what a pretentious piece of shit he is, let me tell you i go to law school and spend 6 hours a day surrounded by gross rich people in boat shoes and polo shirts and I have never met anyone this pretentious. HE CHEWS MINT PLANTS. Not only is he so sickeningly pretentious that it’s not even cool anymore?? It’s just like those boys that talk you up in a bar but like “oh yeah i’m into welsh kings, specially glendower, bet you don’t know who that is, let me mansplain it” and you’re all please god fulminate him. It’s ridiculous? have you met any american teenage rich boy that spoke like an eightysomething british historian and not automatically wanted to break his nose in???? is that possible???? am i the only one that hate people whose usual voice tone is condescendence?????

And he’s such a special snowflake??? “oh you do drugs?? lozer!1!!1 glendower is my drugz!!!1!! lolz”. Like please dickinson calm down. No one cares. No one fucking asked. No one ever fucking asks. Just shut up. I’m sure if dick had a tumblr he’d be a superwholockian and you fuckers would still be up his ass.

Along those lines he’s also the most entitled character I’ve ever read about??? He changes Blue’s name to something fancier without fucking asking and everyone finds it super quirky but if I tell a boy my name and he insists on calling me Jane I would break his nose in and I refuse to believe Blue Sargent wouldn’t too?????? (but i also totally hate blue and try not to read anything about her so what the fuck do i know). His holier than thou attitude comes in a nice holiday package that includes policing his friends hobbies as if his wasn’t weird as shit and also potentially lethal, not correcting people when they call his bestfriend a dog and even playing in on the joke, hanging with the literal paid killer that murdered his bestfriend’s father throwing him into a suicidal ptsd induced spiral AND then proceeded to beat up said’s bestfriend brother who dickinson is kinda friends with because can he keep is fucking nose out of someone’s affair??? unlikely!

I’d say to rush and get this package before it sells out but, like dickinson’s happiness at having met himself, it will never ran out of stock. Rejoice.

#vero rages #rikomoriyamaofficial #Anonymous #vero prepares for interviews

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if i am to be lost at sea, then let your heart be the lighthouse that guides me home

Author’s Note: this contains major angst… w/ a 100% happy ending !! 👀🥰 Pulled inspo from my own fanfic i wish you would for the latter half. 🌊

if i am to be lost at sea, then let your heart be the lighthouse that guides me home

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader

Word Count: ~900

CW: canonical violence, dark humor, explicit Character death, explicit Reader death, explicit language, mild sexual content, traumatic references

Request Fulfilled: can you do like a Sanemi x Fem! Reader about likeee after final battle they yk yk d*e together?

Oh wait, I forgot to add this to my request about the Sanemi x reader oke. maybe can show like a reincarnation au? When they met again idk🥲

~faqs~

“Hey,” Sanemi murmurs, arms trembling from the weight of your body cradled into his, “Y’know I love you, right?” as his abdomen clenches.

He can’t tell whether it’s his stitches or his heart coming undone, but he can feel the weight of years of fighting catching up to him. The weight of too many bloodied, nameless faces easing him toward oblivion. The weight of losing his little brother — of keeping his name Shinazugawa Genya in his chest, even as his face disintegrated in his hands. Sanemi can feel himself dying. In the end, though, it’s the clarity in your eyes and your pain streaked, adoring expression that makes him shudder.

“Course I know,” you rasp, the loss of both your arms preventing you from cupping his cheek, from gently, tenderly smearing his tears, “Wish I could’ve touched you one last time,” you smile weakly, unable to chuckle as your lungs heave.

“S’okay,” Sanemi can’t even shrug, spine curving, slowly collapsing, over your wrecked figure as darkness grips the edges of his vision, “You’re here, I’m here.”

“On a scale from one to ten,” you suck in a ragged, quiet breath, “How much pain are you in?”

He smirks at that, precious images of sparring sessions encased in moonlight, your playful grin, and the consequent bruises and soreness flitting vivid and bittersweet through his memory.

“Not even a one,” he whispers, repeating the same words he’d said the first night he’d kissed you.

“Not even a one?” you huff dramatically, staff held defensively, your eyes narrowing, “I know I hit harder than that.”

“You could never hurt me,” Sanemi snorts, unimpressed, “Between the two of us, who’s panting?”

Scowling, your eyes close, breaths evening after a few moments of focus. Reopening your eyes, you gasp.

“S-shinazugawa?”

“Is there a problem?” he hums, fingers nearly brushing your neck, “Don’t close your eyes in front of the enemy, dumbass,” heat emanating from his proximity, lavender eyes tracing goosebumps into your skin, “You’re practically begging to have your neck snapped.”

“How kind,” you mutter, willing your heartbeat to steady, all too aware of his finely tuned senses, “Fortunately, you aren’t my enemy.”

“I’m not?” he asks, voice tantalizingly soft, mouth so close you could, “Then what am I?”

Not even a one your retort fizzles in your throat as he kisses you, tasting of sweat, urgency, and a tinge of blood.

“You’re the Wind Hashira,” you whisper, as stunned as he is breathless, suffocating in your sweetness.

“Who am I?” he demands gruffly, staff falling to the ground, pulling you in by your waist.

“Shinazugawa Sanemi?”

“Not quite,” he drawls, squeezing your hips.

“Sanemi?” you whimper, melting into the warmth of his embrace.

“Yours,” he declares, eager to taste you again, “I’m yours.”

“Who’s panting now?” you tease, nipping at his bottom lip, “My Sanemi.”

“Good,” you sigh quietly, “I couldn’t bear it if I finally managed to hurt you.”

“At least I have my arms,” he quips grimly.

“Don’t leave me, okay?” you sound so small, “I love you.”

They sound so distant.

“We’ll go together,” he growls, swell of fear dissipating when you nod, trusting him fully and completely, “I promise.”

“Don’t be afraid either, okay?”

He can barely hear you, you’re so… far… away…

“I can’t be afraid,” he murmurs, confident even as the color of your eyes bleeds to black, the sensation of drowning surprisingly calm, mercifully empty, I’m too busy being yours… always too busy...

“It only took a few lifetimes,” the man before you remarks wryly, sand sticking to his wet feet, lavender gaze wild yet familiar.

“Who knew you’d be a surfer?” you grin shyly, masking the shock radiating through your limbs, tote bag heavy on your shoulder, stare flitting from his face to his surfboard to his face.

He snorts, shaking out his hair, droplets of the ocean glistening on your skin, “Took you long enough to visit the beach.”

“On the contrary, I visit the beach often,” you sniff, feigning offense Something told me I’d meet someone special.

And even as your heart sunk with every false alarm, you’d continued to visit the beach, a deep tug in your gut guaranteeing only one inevitability.

At thirteen, always begging for beach vacations, yet unable to express precisely why, “I don’t know? I just love the sun? I guess. I’ll wear sunscreen! I promise! Pleeease?”

At eighteen, choosing a university based solely on its proximity to the beach, incorporating daily sunrise strolls and sunset meanderings, Where are you? at the forefront of your mind as the tide washed cold and frothy over your toes, despite not knowing who you could possibly be.

At twenty three, moving to yet another beach, hoping, dreaming, swearing, that Maybe this will be the one?

“Oh really?” he smirks, “Well I surf pretty much daily. Did you just happen to move here?”

“Last week, actually.”

“Why?” he dares to ask, heart beating on his tongue, ready to swallow if this wasn’t you.

“Because you’re mine,” you whisper.

He steps closer, mesmerized by the wind caressing your flushed cheeks, “What am I?”

“I don’t know,” you respond We have a lot of catching up to do.

“Who am I?” because he has to know for sure before he fastens his heart to your sleeve.

“Sanemi?”

This time, you kiss him, tears darkening the sand beneath you, damp arms trembling and desperate as he molds himself to your body. You smell different, you feel different, but the quiver in your voice as you utter his name again, again, and again... there isn’t a doubt in his bones, not a hesitation in his soul — you are the one he loves.

#sanemi shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #sanemi x reader #shinazugawa x reader #wind hashira #one shot #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

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